Slowly, apart from life we drift into a new world.
Strangely groping for places unknown, trying to remember those forgotten.
Lulled by the monotone of traffic, angry at the bark of a dog.
The wind whistled through my hair one day and left me standing there alone; stars in the sky winked down, and all eyes were heavy with fatigue.
From somewhere down the lane a cat meowed and slunk into the earth, camouflaged by night.
Sitting, listening, the world came into view and people walked forward, only to fall into a nightmare of pasts.
The parade of society fell into place, and yet was not watched by one.
I wanted no part of it, mine was gone, left ages ago in an abandoned mansion, where all things are old.
Slowly apart from life we drift into a new world.
Strangely groping for places unknown, trying to remember those forgotten.
And the beauty comes, and the sun rises.
It's another day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem